Hello! Welcome. I don't know if this is the official title for the story but I have a desperation to write some fanfic! This is my first one and I hope you enjoy! ~ Emma INSTAGRAM:
"Mike."
He jolts awake in a mode of panic. The voice came from the super-com on his nightstand. Mike glances at his clock. 3:30am.
"Mike? Are you there? Mike? Please."
He grabs the super-com. "Are you ok, El? Please talk to me." He whispers through, barely awake as he blinks away the remainder of sleep from his eyes.
"Bad dream. Back in bad place. Bad bad bad..." Mike can hear her tears welling up in her silky hazel eyes over the soft buzz of the radio.
"Calm down, it's ok, El. I'll be right over. Ok?"
"Ok."
Mike drops the super-com on his nightstand and bolts out of bed. He quietly slips on his sneakers and tiptoes downstairs. He sneaks into the garage and pulls out his bike. He pedals as fast as his feet can take him over to the Byers' house. Ever since the lab shut down and they got Eleven back, Joyce took her under her wing and is like her adoptive mother now. Will and Jonathan are like her brothers and they are always looking out for her. But Mike is the only one who can comfort Eleven after her dreams.
He rides into the driveway and quietly parks his bike. He goes around the house to El's window and climbs up and into her room.
She's laying on her bed, shuddering with each sob. She looks up, tears streaked across her scared expression. "Mike." she chokes out.
"It's ok, El. I'm here, You're safe." He says as he makes his way over to sit on her bed. He wraps her in a big bear hug and holds her as her sobs slow down. She buries her face in Mike's safe, warm chest. El hates being a trouble and having Mike come over almost every night but he's the only thing that makes her feel better. Sometimes her dreams feel so real and she can't help breaking down and Mike is the only person that makes her feel safe. She pulls back to look at him. In the middle of his pajama shirt is a soggy puddle of tears.
"I'm sorry, Mike" she whispers quietly. "It's no big deal. You feeling better, El?" he asks sympathetically. He's always so worried when she calls in the middle of the night. I can't lose her again. I can't. Losing El after she saved them was the hardest 4 months that he's ever had to live through. He could barely get out of bed. Whenever he thought of her, he broke down crying. And don't even get him started on when the Snow Ball came around.
She nods her head as she starts to doze off back to sleep, melting into Mike's protective embrace. When he hears he breathing slow and feels her shoulders droop, he lays her down and tucks her in. Mike stares at her face in the moonlight. Her creamy, pale skin absorbing the gentle glow and her expression soft. He gets lost in her flawless features until he realizes it's 4am.
Shit. He doesn't even want to picture what will happen if his mom realizes he's gone.
All he wants to do is kiss her and hold her more. But he can't. He gives her one last look and quietly climbs out the window.
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"El, honey! Are you awake?" calls Joyce from the kitchen. Eleven mutters something loud enough for her mom to hear and groggily sits up. She pulls on some shorts and a pale yellow shirt. She throws on her converse and runs a brush through her pixie-length chestnut hair.
She comes into the kitchen to find Joyce making blueberry pancakes while humming to the radio.
"Morning sweetie! Did you sleep ok?" asks Joyce as she puts a plate in front of Eleven.
"Yes." she lied. She didn't want her mom to worry about her. Will comes sulking into the kitchen right after her.
"I hate mornings." Will grumbles as he takes his seat next to El.
"Cheer up, Willie. You're going to have a great day," Joyce reassures him as she hands him his plate of pancakes. "You guys are going to sleep over at the Wheeler's tonight. Mike mentioned a movie marathon?"
El perks up at this. She loves watching movies with Mike. Even though all the boys were going to be there, she couldn't wait to sit next to him so she could watch his expressions and hold his hand. She's been back for about 4 months but recently he started acting super weird around her. He stutters a lot, fiddles around, and avoids eye contact. His face turns bright pink when she touches him or if she holds his hand, and he starts breathing heavily.
"Mike said his mom is making him run errands with her this morning, so I figured you and I could ride our bikes to the library. You up for it?" says Will once his pancakes are devoured.
El nods her head happily. She loves the library. One of the first things Joyce taught her, besides how to make her own eggos, was reading. She didn't have much of an education from her life in the lab, but she quickly accelerated to a high reading level. One of her favorite things is the big Webster's Dictionary Jonathan gave her. She loves looking at all the words, but typically asks Mike most questions because she loves hearing him explain things to her.
As soon as they finished washing the dishes, they hopped on their bikes and made their way to the library. El loved her bike. It was a gift from Hopper, whom she'd grown close to. Mike taught her how to ride it, and she got adjusted quickly. The feeling of the wind rippling through her short hair was refreshing and she loved the drop in her stomach when she went down a big hill.
Will and El parked their bikes and ventured on in. Will headed for the drawing books while El was drawn toward the science books. She was starting school in the fall with the boys and was being tutored to be on the same level. She was an incredibly fast learner and was fascinated by everything. She loved science the most, though. She loved learning about astronomy. She picked out a book on planets, as well as a book about the history of the Heliocentric Theory. El made her way towards Will, indulged in a book on drawing cartoons.
"Ready" she said, tapping his shoulder. Will turned around and smiled at his sister. "What did you pick out?" he asks her. El shows him her books with a big grin on her face. He loves her curiosity. El was the only reason he was still alive, and he would always be beyond grateful for that.
"Let's go home. We can have eggos for lunch!" Will says as they make their way back home.
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I hope you all enjoy! Like I said, this is my first fanfic. I will try to update as soon as possible. Feel free to leave ideas before! I don't think this will really have a storyline, just cute adventures of Eleven and her friends. I also want to bring in some new characters too. :)
Xoxo, Em